Febuwhump - Day 3 - imprisonment

Sorry it’s so late I just forgot to post like 6 of these so expect that over the next few hours

CW: imprisonment, restraints, solitary confinement.

They don’t know how long they’ve been there, how long they’ve stared at the same four walls. They don’t know how long it’s been since the steel band around their ankle was chained to the wall. They only leave to bathe.

They told them to do it. Told them that they would rather rot alone in a cell than see their face ever again.

They couldn’t believe they missed that bastard.

They hated that they would rather have their company than be alone one second more.

They knew what this kind of loneliness did to people. They knew it wasn’t long before it would get them. They had started seeing things that weren’t there, hearing things.

They needed it to stop, whatever they had to do.

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Febuwhump - Day 1 - Mind Control

CW: mind control, blood, murder, weapons, self harm (kinda), screwy whumpee and whumper dynamic, dehumanization, magic whumper, slightly intimate whumper, it/its pronouns used non consensually, some troubling thought process.

It was kneeling on the floor at its master’s side. Master had his hand in its hair. A man was dragged into the room his hands bound behind his back and a gag in his mouth.

“Give me your hand puppet”

It obliged holding out its hand towards its master. Master turned its hand over so the palm was up. He placed a knife in its hand. It looked up, eyes wide and questioning. It opened its mouth to ask a question but remembered better. Good little puppets don’t speak unless they are told. It’s jaw had been wired shut for a month after that.

It hadn’t realized master had taken his hands away. An odd sensation filled it. It knew it all to well. It was like it’s mind has been disconnected from its body. Puppets don’t have minds of their own. It stood, body seemingly moving of its own accord. It walked forward with confidence it wished it had. It stopped in front of the man, its grip on the knife tightened.

The man looked up at it in fear. It would never get used to that. It hated what came next. It kicked the man onto his side, then to his back. It got down so it was straddling his hips. Before it knew what was happening the knife had plunged into the man’s gut. His back arched as he screamed behind the gag. Why was it smiling? it didn’t like this. The knife pressed against the man’s neck before dragging down across his sternum. It slashed across his ribs and collar bones before it plunged the knife into his shoulder. The man screamed and thrashed again. It wanted to tell him it would be better if he stopped moving but it couldn’t speak. The knife plunged into the man’s gut again, and again, and, again. It wanted to look away or close its eyes or something. It was covered in blood, it hated the feeling. The gag in the man’s mouth was staring to turn red with blood. The movement was swift and smooth and the the man was choking blood spilling from his neck and pooling beneath him. The light left his eyes.

It’s body came back under its control.

“Come here my darling puppet”

It stumbled over before falling to its knees in front of its master. Master lifted its chin with his finger tips, he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped some specks of blood from its face.

“Such a good puppet, why are you crying.”

It hadn’t realized it was crying, it looked down.

“It does not know master”

That was a lie. It was crying because It felt horrible. It never wanted to hurt anyone.

“Don’t lie to me.”

It shook its head.

“Speak.” He commanded

Just like that all its thoughts started pouring out of its mouth.

“I hate hurting people. I hate killing people. I’m tired of hurting.” It tried to fight it for a moment, not wanting to say anything else to make the situation worse. “I hate you! I hate that you act like you love me. All you do is hurt me! You treat me like a toy, I’m a human being damn it!”

It left and all it could do was tremble.

Master stood cane in hand. It scrambled backward to get out of his way. He swung, landing a blow across its face, knocking it over.

“Pants and shirt off and get on your knees.”

It did as it was told, shaking all the while. Old scares littered its body. Master kicked the knife to it.

“Pick it up.”

A trembling hand wrapped around the handle. It’s hand went still. Master had taken control again.

“Master please,” it squeaked “it didn’t mean it.”

It was smacked with the cane again.

“Save it, wretch.”

The knife came to rest against its thigh.

“What is it?”

“It is your puppet, master, to be used as you wish.”

The knife pressed down, nearly breaking skin.

“What don’t puppets do?”

“Puppets do not think for themselves, they do as they are told.”

The knife broke its skin.

“Puppets are not...”

“People, they are tools and toys.”

The knife dragged across its thigh, leaving a red line blossoming in its wake.

“It is not...”

“A person, it is a puppet.”

The knife slashed across its thigh, eliciting a hiss.

It continued like this, question after question confirming its status as nothing but a toy for its master to play with. By the end it was sobbing, both of its thighs covered in slashes. Master finally released it from his hold.

“I hope you have learned your lesson, because you will regret it if we have to do this again.”

“Y-yes master.

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Whumper brands whumpee’s face so everyone will always know who they belong to.

Whumpee is bound, gaged, and blindfolded before being placed on the table as a center piece at whumper’s party.

So I’m changing a story I’m writing which means I’m cutting out this super whumpy part, so I might as well post it here as a short Drabble.

CW: broken bones, blood, death, beating, intimate whumper, non human whumpee

Blood spilled across the floor as the light left the man’s eyes. The hand around His’s wrist loosened then fell away. He pulled his knife from the man’s neck and stood up. He stumbled back and sank to the floor. He was disgusted with him self. Now he had another man’s blood on his hands both literally and figuratively yet again. He was on the verge of having a breakdown. Someone else’s blood was on his face, splattered across his face. It made him sick. She paced towards him.

“Good job.” She purred “maybe next time try not to make such a mess”

He shuttered. He prepared himself to be beaten again.

“Then again,” she whispered wiping a speck of blood from his cheek “you do look so lovely in crimson.”

“Please stop.” He begged “I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me kill anymore people.”

“Oh I’m not making you do anything, not yet.” She kicked him in the gut, hard. He fell back and His head hit the floor with a sickening crack. She placed a foot on his chest. “I could make you do anything thing I want and I can make you love it, make you beg for more.” She leaned her full weight into it.

“No, no… stop” he gasped. “Ple—” snap. He let out a scream of pain.

“Aww, was that your sternum breaking?” She cackled, she slammed her foot down again. It landed with a crunch.

This was one of the times He wished he was capable of dying. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to shove her off of him.

“Oh you’re even crying now?”

“Stop” he choked. “I’ll— I-” he couldn’t find the words to say it and the words he could find came out more as a series pained croaks and gasps than words. “You can have me.”

“Hm?”

Then the world went dark.

“You will lose your humanity or you will lose your mind” they sighed, the words were as cold as ice. “either way you will have to cope with the loss.”

Abandoned - 4

You know that thing Aiden mention in the last part about Victor abandoning him? This is that. This takes place about 4 years prior to part 1. This is also like really mild, most stuff with Victor as the whumper is probably going to be sorry.

CW: abandonment, pet whump (kind of), murder (mention), starvation (mention), restraints

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Victor had told him to get in the car and he had done exactly that. He got into the back seat and sat and waited for his master to be ready. That had been two hours ago. They continued down country roads, passing farms and opened fields. The collar that sat around his neck was different than normal it was thicker and there was a pad lock on the back. The only tag on it was the one with his name.

Victor took a sharp turn down a dirt road leading into a field. They didn’t go much further before he parked the car.

“Get out”

“Yes sir”

“I didn’t tell you to speak” he growled as he got out of the car.

He flinched. Victor was already walking away. Aiden scrambled to follow him. He caught up with him shortly.

“Took you long enough” Victor grumbled.

“Sorry sir”

He shot him a glare. They didn’t walk very far before victor stopped before a length of fence. Aiden immediately dropped to his knees when he stopped.

“Good boy” victor whispered, ruffling his hair. His heart ached at what he was about to do. “Come here and sit.” He commanded, pointing to the ground in front of a fence post.

Aiden scrambled to do as he was told. He sat in front of him with his legs tucked beneath him. Victor pulled a length of thick, sturdy rope from his pocket. He tied one end around the fence post and the other to Aiden’s collar. He checked the knots to make sure they were tight.

“Good boy” he sighed. He smiled sadly and ruffled his hair. He desperately wanted to hug him and apologize for everything that happened and what was to come, but he couldn’t find the words. He only said one. “stay”

Victor turned and walked back to his car. He drove to the nearest truck stop. It was one of the bigger ones with a gas station and a couple fast food places. He managed to go inside, get an order of fries and get back in his car before losing composure. He put his forehead against his steering wheel and sobbed.

He felt horrible and sick and disgusting. The Black Thorn had told him to dispose of him. He thought it would be better this way. This way there was a chance Aiden would live. This way Victor wouldn’t have to kill him with his own hands.

Aiden started to get nervous as the sun began to set. He couldn’t move very far with the rope tethering him to the post. He curled into a ball to sleep, resigning himself to the fact that he would be spending the night there.

He woke covered in dew. His body ached from sleeping on the hard ground and his stomach ached from not eating since the previous morning. He was disappointed to find that Victor hadn’t returned.

A couple hours later there was the sound of a car approaching. Aiden shot to his feet, the rope caused his collar to dig into his neck, momentarily choking him. His hopes plummeted when he saw that the car wasn’t Victor’s. He dropped back to his knees.

A man got out of the car and walked across the field towards Aiden. The man crouched down in front of him.

“Hey there, are you alright?”

Aiden shrunk back.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Waiting”

“What are you waiting for?”

“My master to come back.”

The man glanced at the rope, then at his collar. He reached out to look at the tag. Aiden pulled out of his reach.

“Whoa there I’m just going to look at your collar.”

Aiden hesitated before allowing the man to take hold of the tag on his collar.

There was only one tag on the collar. Aiden it read, nothing else. The man turned it over, the back was blank. It dawned on him that there was no “master” coming back for Aiden.

“Your name is Aiden, huh?”

“Yessir” he nodded

“My name is Henry.” The man said gently “I’m going to take you somewhere safe and get you cleaned up and fed.”

“No.”

“Hm?”

“No I’m supposed to stay and wait for my master.”

“I don’t know how to break it to you kid,” Henry sighed “Your master isn’t coming back.”

“No” Aiden screamed, curling into a ball “he’s coming back for me and I need to stay here and wait for him.”

Henry sighed again and cut the rope from Aiden’s collar. He lifted him into his arms. Aiden started kicking and screaming, trying to free himself.

“Stop! Stop.” He yelled. Aiden went still. “If they come looking for you I’ll give you back. I’m just worried that they won’t come back for some reason and I can’t leave you here to starve or freeze to death.”

Aiden leaned against him in resignation.

“There we go”

Henry carried him back to his car and took him home.

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CW: starvation, dehydration, sensory deprivation, sleep deprivation,